Page 227 of Mountain Daddy
“I don’t want to wait, Luther.” I sit up, letting the blankets bunch at my waist. “I don’t want you to be cautious around me. And I don’t want to be guarded around you.” The wall I’ve been struggling to maintain between us crumbles into nothingness. “I just want… you.” I breathe the admission.
There’s a beat. A second-long pause. Where my heart hangs in the air between us.
Then the blanket is ripped away. And Luther is gripping my ankles.
He yanks me toward him, and I fall onto my back as I slide down the bed.
When my ass reaches the edge of the mattress, Luther drops his hold of me, and my thighs spread, making room for him to step closer.
Luther leans over me, placing a hand on the mattress next to my head. “Say it again.”
His voice is a low growl and probably not as quiet as he should be.
But I love it.
“I want you.” I reach up and curl my hands over his shoulders. “Don’t hurt me again.”
“Never.” Luther turns his head and presses a kiss to my wrist. “Never again, Baby. I fucking promise.” He kisses my wristagain, then leans down, putting our foreheads together. “Tell me you believe me.”
“I believe you,” I tell him, because I do. “I trust you.”
His exhale is sharp. And then his lips are on mine.
Our mouths crash together.
And with his body pressing down against mine, I feel a weight lift from my chest.
I open for him, and he takes every inch of space I offer, his tongue plunging between my lips.
He’s heat. And tenderness.
He’s…
Emotion tightens around my throat.
Fuck, he’s everything.
He’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
He’s everything I didn’t think to want.
And he’s worth risking the fall.
My hands claw at his back as I try to drag him closer. And I wrap my legs around his waist.
He drops his hips down against me.
And I moan.
He’s so hard.
So big. Ready.
“Please.” I beg for more. I need him to hurry.
“Please, who?” He rocks his hips against me as his lips brush mine with each syllable.
Warmth builds between my legs.
